In the afternoon, the villagers took sickles and went out to cut wheat.
Although 40% of the wheat in the wheat field was ruined due to the drought, it was a good thing that they could still harvest 60%.
The summer after the rain was no longer as hot. Walking in the fields was not so uncomfortable.
Chu Qingzhi's family put on their straw hats and walked into the wheat field.
Li Qingyu didn't let Chu Qingzhi do farm work. She let her stay at home to rest. It was already tiring enough to go to the north to help the refugees.
Chu Qingzhi actually didn't want to do the farm work either, but she still followed them to the wheat field.
Standing at the edge of the wheat field, she looked up. The summer wind blew past the field, causing the wheat to rise and fall. It was a very beautiful scene.
